"Well, I've come to the conclusion that there is nothing here for me but the place of a common hand, so if you can give me anything——"
"Oh, yes, I can give you something to do in my garden. Perhaps something better will open up later. Where are you staying?" he asked, as they neared town.
Arthur told him, and the man drove him down to his hotel.
"I'd like to have you call at my office to-morrow morning; my partner does most of the hiring. I've been living in Denver. Here's my card."
After he had driven away, the listening landlord broke forth:
"You're in luck, Cap. If you get a place with Major Thayer you're fixed."
"Who is he, anyhow?"
"Who is he? Why, he owns all the land up the creek, and banks all over Colorado."
"Is that so?"
Arthur was delighted. Of course, it was only a common hand's place, but here was the vista he had looked for—here was the chance.